How there erected, and how long agone;
Inquires and asks his fellow-traveller,
What he hath heard, and his opinion!
And he knows nothing; then he turns again,
And looks and sighs, and then admires afresh,
And in himself with sorrow doth complain,
The misery of dark forgetfulness.
Angry with time, that nothing should remain,
Our greatest wonders wonder to express.
Then ignorance, with fabulous discourse,